Pierre was chewing his lip in worry. Hospital seemed a bit extreme, but realistically, there probably weren't any lesser medical facilities open at this hour of Christmas Eve. So hospital it was, really... He turned to Fiona, and gave her a smile. Hope would be taken care of. They'd be back soon. Everyone would be fine. "My dad will do an excellent job of that!" he declared, and led Fiona back towards where his father was holding court with a number of others, Renee and Jean among them.

When Pierre called out to him, Claude Beaudreaux turned with a manic grin, and a turkey hat held by the neck in his hand. "Sacre bleau! You always bring the prettiest girls to see me. Where do you find them?" He also happened to be wearing a pair of flight goggles on his forehead, and these he pulled out so they snapped back to cover his eyes. It looked like it would have to hurt, but Claude didn't even flinch.

Alexei's jaw dropped a little, but there really didn't seem to be anything he could say to the implication there. So he just nodded, and said in a somewhat quieter voice, "Yes, I'm sure it was perfectly fair..." At least Dimitri and Sergei didn't seem perturbed by it. Whatever floated one's boat...